"Lady and gentlemen, we considered this circumstance carefully. Through the statement that the student wrote, this is not a bullying case. I asserted. Our administration council unified decision-making. I invited all of you to come here to pronounce, not ask your opinions. All statements that your kids wrote, I will send private for everyone. Any question? Just free asking me," said Miss Amanda.
"If you don't allow us to express our opinion. What the hell to say more?" the woman in the red dress was impatient as getting out of the room.
"You could check the student statement on your phone before dropping out of calmness. One of them lied to me on her statement leading to all testimony not matching. The girl who lied decided to tell me the truth when we met privately. This circumstance exactly is a fight, combat, not a bully. Every individual in this room had their own fault. I had my fault when letting them over some wrong that did not stop soon. The girls combated in the wrong restroom, absolutely. Their parents had their responsibility, to take care of and educate them alongside school having fault when could not admonish them." Miss Amanda said nonstop in the silent space.
Nobody responded!
I yawned at once and realized someone who starting at me.
That was Austin.
Why did he here?
Three angry girls changed their behavior to gentle and sweet and made me vomit. No wonder they showed victim faces during the meeting today because Austin was here.
The meeting ended after Miss Amanda ensured nobody had their opinion anymore.
My dad took me outside to the schoolyard where quiet and private. "Good job, my daughter. You make me proud." He put me in crazy eyes. "Not only had not high score but also fight with others."
"I'm so sorry, dad. Anyway, they beat me first." My eyes were nippy when flamboyant perfumed dropped on my head.
"SHUT UP!" dad growled before getting the scuff off my neck and shaking it lightly. "How do you behave? Your act makes them beat you. That's all your fault."
"This conclusion is clearly absurd." My tears fell nonstop.
Slap!
My cheek turned hot as dad burned it with the cruelest fire.
Dad slapped me?!
This was the first time he acted like this.
Touching my cheek as my eyes were full of water. "I'm really sorry, please forgive me."
"Can't forgive you easily. I never teach you to become villainous. So, you fight back against people instead of running away or presenting to administer. Unacceptable!"
"I go wrong, dad. Don't be upset." I said while Dad recoiled his eyes to show his sadness.
"Alright. If you know that you're wrong, let's write an Undertaking to prove you'll never relapse. In addition, you have to get a high score in all of the subjects. Do you agree? If not, get out of my house. You will be free to do anything you want after that." Dad took my backpack on my shoulder to grab a paper and a pen.
Sewing up, I could not find the words to respond.
The eyes of someone were glaring at me for a long time. I felt that with goosebumps everywhere.
Austin?
He stood behind the column.
OMG, was he seeing all of the shit that happened?
"Why do you keep silent?" Dad touched his chin.
"Okay. I agree with your condition." Take up the paper in his hand, I said.
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My Life, My Choice
Teen FictionMy name was Abony. A girl who loved freedom and aspired to be a painter. But my father had a deep prejudice against artists. One day, I was practicing drawing in the yard. Unfortunately, got angry when he saw my act and burned all my drawing tools...
